This is NOT Over
Here is a life in desperate need of a rimshotJanuary 07, 2012
Sunday Jan 7, 1990 Smokey Shit Talk
Wasted time this morning reading the ongoing pissing match between George Will (who I love to read and disagree with, thank you very much) and those who argue for legalizing drugs (Milt Friedman and other economists and freaky libertarian types).
They are all more lost in the issue than me and my friends and some of us are on drugs.
This is part of what I hate about the world, or the world of news. A story breaks (in this case – Panama and Noriega getting busted), people talk it to death and then everyone gets excited enough to explore tangents (maybe tentacles is the better word) ranging from the initial excitement. Then the story fades and everyone moves on to something else. We all act like temporary experts on events of the moment. Everyone has something to say about something they couldn’t have given two shits about a week earlier.
To be honest, me and my friends are no better. Met up with Ronnie and Megs at Garnsey Park. We went to this girl’s house (maybe one of Ronnie’s friends, I don’t remember) and smoked together all afternoon and talked our stupid, smokey shit-talk.
Maybe this is a sign we are growing up and acting like the rest of the shit talking world.
Swell.
Wasted time this morning reading the ongoing pissing match between George Will (who I love to read and disagree with, thank you very much) and those who argue for legalizing drugs (Milt Friedman and other economists and freaky libertarian types).
They are all more lost in the issue than me and my friends and some of us are on drugs.
This is part of what I hate about the world, or the world of news. A story breaks (in this case – Panama and Noriega getting busted), people talk it to death and then everyone gets excited enough to explore tangents (maybe tentacles is the better word) ranging from the initial excitement. Then the story fades and everyone moves on to something else. We all act like temporary experts on events of the moment. Everyone has something to say about something they couldn’t have given two shits about a week earlier.
To be honest, me and my friends are no better. Met up with Ronnie and Megs at Garnsey Park. We went to this girl’s house (maybe one of Ronnie’s friends, I don’t remember) and smoked together all afternoon and talked our stupid, smokey shit-talk.
Maybe this is a sign we are growing up and acting like the rest of the shit talking world.
Swell.
posted by edP # 9:12 AM 
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